[The vines hit more than a few bats. It isn't ideal, but bats can move fast and the corridor of vines is not as long as Alucard feared when he first glanced down it. Pointed little ears can hear Altaïr in his wake, but there's no tracking him. The vines are the focus.
And soon enough, the vines clear out, the corridor cleared. Alucard breathes out as he reforms himself, blood bright red against patches of pale skin where clothing has been torn. (Best not to think about the mechanics of how the bats work.)
He turns, assuming the other man has made it through.]
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And soon enough, the vines clear out, the corridor cleared. Alucard breathes out as he reforms himself, blood bright red against patches of pale skin where clothing has been torn. (Best not to think about the mechanics of how the bats work.)
He turns, assuming the other man has made it through.]